On the street where you live
Girls talk about their social lives
They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint
A touch of sable in their eyes
All your life all you asked
When is your Daddy gonna talk to you
But we're living in another world
Tryin' to get your message through
No one heard a single word you said
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your head
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